I forgot about the snow. I know it sounds dumb, but, living for the last several years in Knoxville, Tenn., I forgot how much it snows up here in Chicagoland.
Inches upon inches, but usually not quite as much as predicted, which is what’s happened in this latest round, although my folks, an hour east of me in South Bend, Ind., have gotten a couple of feet.
I forgot about the huge piles of snow that plows leave in corners of parking lots, piles that can last all winter. I forgot about needing a brush as well as a scraper for your car, and how irksome it is when the car ahead of you on the road hasn’t been brushed off, and the resulting deluge of snow left in its wake when it picks up speed.
The footing is bad when it’s warm enough to run. You need to clomp off the snow from your boots when entering a building. You have to watch your step on icy outside stairs and steps. I kind of forgot about all of this stuff.
On the other hand, I also kind of forgot how nice the snow can be to look at.
Welcome back! Kind of a baptism by fire the past couple of weeks, eh?
Are we still on for tomorrow evening?
Yep, still on.